Seeing the various changes in her expression, Xian Zihao knew that Jiang Ruolan was indeed a smart woman. She did not need many hints to understand all the problems she was facing.
Xian Zihao said Nothing and took out his electronic car key to open the car door.
This time, Jiang Ruolan did not refuse him. She looked at him hesitantly as he got into the driver's seat. She walked towards the Land Rover hesitantly.
The car window was slowly lowered as he spoke in a low magnetic voice, "Get in."
"President Xian--"
"Jiang Ruolan." He suddenly called her by her name, causing her to be stunned for a moment. A little impatience appeared in his eyes. "Is it difficult to lower your self-esteem to one person?"
Jiang Ruolan opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, "I do not have a noble and holy personality. In this era, those who are not afraid of power are all immature nationalist youth; only just because I compromise doesn't mean I have to lowered my head to anyone!"
